It’s a funny thing – after a long, serious relationship the best thing you can do is sport, learning, writing, reading, going out etc. But the only thing you do is lying in your bed, unable to sleep and just starring at some stupid point in the ceiling, possibly listening to some depressive music. So you feel bad, flabby, gloomy, nerveless, mopish etc. And that’s how depression works. I hope it’ll change soon.

PS. It’s a good thing that I’ve got out of bed to write this, still something 😀

I’m a little lonely lately, so I do what I always do at such times- tidying up and rearranging everything 😉 I do that because it always cheers me up. Why does it cheers me up?

Everything has a new place, a new order and just waits for me to mess it up, to use it, to do something with it so that new order becomes alive, until you use it it’s all just static. The most effective part of therapy by depression is to get the client out of the “I don’t feel like doing anything”-place, so I try to do the same for myself when I’m feeling down. And nothing motivates me more to do something than a freshly arranged and untouched stuff. As if they are looking at me and saying: “Do something, we look so tidy here, as nobody uses us and we don’t like it, we want to be alive.” Take a look: